Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1887-02-05
OUR DEVILS LOVE LETTER.
The boys say that the following was

The boys say that the following was
written by our Tom to his GIRL
DEAR--:-Every time l think
of you my heart fops up and down,
sensations of unutterable JOY caper over
It, like young goats overa stable roof,
and thrill through it like Spanish
needles through Il. pair OF tow linen
trousers; as q young costing s"lmmeta
in a mud:puddle, 80 swim in a sea OF
glory. Visions of ecstatic rapture,
thicker than the hairs of a backing
brush, and brighter than the hues OF a
humming birds pinions visit my SUM
bers, and borne on their invisible
wings, your image stands before me
and / reach out to grasp it like a point
er swapping at a blue-bottle fly. When
| first beheld your angelic PROJECTIONS
| was bewildered, and my brain whlrl-
ed around like a bumblc!bee under a
glass tumbler.. Ny eyes stood open
like cellar doors in q country town, and
| lifted up my ears to catch the sllvery
accents of your voice. My tongue re-
fused to way, and in silent admiration
| drank in the sweet infection OF love
as a thirsty man swalloweth a tumbler
of hot whisky punch. Since he light
of your face fell upon my lite, l some
times feel as if | could lift myself up
by MY suspenders to the top OF the
church steeple aud pull the bell rope
for Sunday school. Day and night
O are in my thoughts; when Aurora,
blushing like a bride, rising from her
saffron-oolOred clouds: when the lay
- rir.s his lunetul lay in the apple
tree by the spring house; when the
chantioleer's shrilI clarion heralds the
coming morn; when the awakening pig
arises from his ~bed,grunteth and goeth
forth for his refreshments; when the
drowsy beetle wheels its droning flight
at sultry noon-tide, and when the low
ing herd comes home at milking time,
L think of theej and, like q piece OF
Yum,slastic, my heart seems stretched
clear across my bosom. Your hair Ia
like the name of my sorrel horse, pow
dered with gold, and the brass pins
skewered through your waterfall ill
me with unutterable awe. Your fore
head il smoother than the elbow OF an
old coat. Your eyes are glorious to
contemplate in their liquid depths
behold Iegions Of little cupids bathing
| like a cohort of ants in an old army
cracker. When thy head lays pressed
against my manly breast, the fire OF
your eyes penetrate my whole anatomy
as q load OF bird shot goes through q
rotten apple. Your nose is as perfect
as if carved from q chunk OF parasian
marble, and your mouth ia puokered
| with sweetness. Nectar llngers. on
your lips like honey on q bears paw,
and myriads of unhedged kisses are
there ready to fly out and light some
where like blue birds Out of their
parents nest. Your are candy kisses,
rafsins, pound cake and sWeetened
teddy together And if these few lines
| will enable yon to see the inside OF my
soul, and assist me in winning your
affections, I shall be as happy as a
woou-Pecker in q cherry tree, OF a
stage horse IN a green pasture. If you
cannot reciprocste my administering
passion, L will pine away like a poison
ed bed-bug and fall away from the
Furnishing vine of. life an untimsly
branch. And in coming years, when
the shadows grow from the hills, and
the philosophical frog sings his cheerful
evening hymns you, happy in %another's
love. can come and shed a tear and
catch a:cold over the last resting-place
of yours truly, ToMMuE.